Alright! Fair warning guys, I'm going on vacation starting tomorrow afternoon. I honestly don't know how updates will be, but fear not! I won't leave ya hanging! It just depends on whether we go to Disney or not. (Sorry, but I'm hoping so! :D )

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine :3 Also, prompts for this round go to GentlemanAnachronism, and they are lyric prompts; Guess who doesn't own the songs, either? xD

Also, to clarify: As of right now this story is set before my other Frozen story, "Do You Wanna Build A Snow-WHAT".

2.3 Little

"Alright." Anna said, her voice carefully neutral, "What do you want to talk about?" The sisters were sitting as follows: Elsa was on the floor leaning back onto the side of the bed with her legs crossed and her hands fiddling in her lap. Her sister was sitting on the bed with her legs folded under her. Anna gently moved Elsa's head so that it was in her lap as she prepared to brush it.

"You know what I want to talk about." The elder sister said evenly, fixing a crease in her dress.

"Okay, fine. What do you want to know specifically?" Anna asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Elsa sighed quietly and mentally gathered herself.

"What's a Little?"

She waited for a second as Anna pulled the brush though her hair a few times.

"Well," The brunette started, "That's what I call myself when I act... Childish. Like, a 'Little' Anna. Or just a 'Little'."

Elsa considered this answer. It was a name her sister had given her 'alter ego' of sorts. She desperately thought back to the book to remember if there had been anything about it in the thesis. She didn't think so.

"I guess that makes sense." She offered finally.

2.4 If you mapped out my psychology...

"What else?" The brunette asked, a bit calmer than before. She ran her fingers through her sister's hair, cherishing the extra contact.

"Hmm." The elder sister said softly, reveling in the attention. "Why do you think you do this?"

The fingers paused their patterns and both sisters were silent.

"Well." Anna muttered, "Well. I just feel... Happier. Being young again, not having worries. It's not perfect, but... It's calming."

Elsa nodded, satisfied with that answer because that's what had been in the book (She felt kinda bad for comparing her sister to this book without telling her, but what else could she do?). The fingers resumed moving and Elsa took her time with her next question.

"Why didn't you ever tell anyone?"

"cuz it's weird." They giggled nervously at Anna's automatic answer, and Elsa shook her head.

"Oh, come on. We have staff sworn to secrecy; you could have told someone."

"I-I didn't-"

"Surely by it not being perfect you mean you don't get attention." Elsa said flatly. She winced slightly as the fingers in her hair grabbed, but went on, "You could have found someone willing to give you attention."

"My own parents didn't want to. Why would anyone else?" Anna said in a tone Elsa at first took for anger.

The blonde was about to bark out a retort when she realized Anna was upset again.

Can she not cry for one conversation? Her traitorous and impatient mind wondered as she turned and looked up at the girl who had her hands in her lap and was staring at them intensely.

"The only person I hoped would understand was you." Anna said, lowly but with force behind each word so she wouldn't cry. God, Elsa knew that trick too well. Focus on the words and not the meaning, Sweetie, you'll be fine...

"I do understand. Sort of. I'm trying at least..." Her argument dwindled as Anna looked at her with fierce, hurt eyes. Elsa was trying to prove a point, but just then she forgot what it was.

"Why?" Anna's voice was hard, and Elsa winced.

"Wh-why what?"

"Why are you trying so hard? Because you feel sorry for me?"

"That's rid-"

"Because you're trying to make it up to me?" Anna was livid now, which made Elsa a bit indignant.

"I'm just trying to help!" She got up on her knees in an attempt to fix the height difference, but the limbs had fallen asleep and she felt pins and needles shoot up them. She desperately tried to remember why she had started this argument, why she had brought it up, why-

"Some help you are. You've just been trying to figure me out this whole time, like I'm some kind of puzzle. Am I just another challenge for you?"

"No!"

"Then why?!"

"Because I love you Anna!" Elsa said in a pleading tone, looking her sister in the eyes, "I want to help you and take care of you!" And like that she had remembered why she started this. This need for her sister to acknowledge her. She started to speak again.

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. "I don't know why I bothered letting you in. You're not going to stay."

All Elsa could hear was the blood pounding in her ears. Her heart beat even sounded broken as she realized that Anna believed that whole-heartedly. Her little sister thought she would leave-knew she would, even! The thought that Anna regretted letting her in.

She realized Anna was concealing her feelings, but she didn't understand why. Anna had pulled back, afraid, but Elsa hadn't known if she had done something wrong or not. She wondered if Anna would take back her promise. She sobbed when she wondered if Anna would stop calling her 'Sissy'.

"Elsa?" A voice that was not Anna said, "Are you okay?"

Elsa looked around slowly, her eyes blurry with tears. The room was empty apart from her and an animated snowman that was waddling over to her.

When had Anna left? Oh God, what had she done? Why had she been so pushy? Why the Hell had she made fun of her sister like that? Of course Anna hadn't told anyone before because she was scared! She couldn't even trust her own sister-

"Mom?" Olaf asked, now really worried as he laid a hand-er, branch?-on his creator's shoulder.

Elsa sobbed again, pulling the willing snowman in for a tight hug. The snow cloud over their heads began releasing the small flakes faster and thicker as Elsa fell deeper and deeper into despair. Olaf, not knowing what else to do, hugged the blonde closer.

"Why are you sad?"

"Because I made Anna really made at me. And I don't know if I can fix it."

"Oh." The ice person said simply, tilting his head to the side and thinking.

"Well, why did you make her mad?"

"... Because I wanted to prove my point. I didn't know my reasoning would upset her." She looked down at Olaf as snowflakes began to cling to her eye lashes. He carefully reached up and pulled some of them away.

"Your point..." He said softly, "What was it?"

"I wanted to prove... That everyone loves her. And she could talk to anyone about any of her problems. But I also wanted to say I was glad she chose to talk to me above everyone else." Elsa hung her head and more tears fell, hot liquid against the snowman. She had really failed with this one, hadn't she? She got too caught up in that book, and trying to prove herself right, that she had disregarded how her little sister would take it.

"But, Elsa," The snowman said, frowning, "She doesn't care what everyone else thinks. She cares what you think. And she wants you to be proud of her."

What I think? The queen thought dimly, Well according to that last conversation, she thinks I think- Oh.

Oh.

"Oh." Elsa said out loud, sitting up ram-rod straight, slightly jostling the snowman in the process.

"And now she thinks-" She set the snowman to the side and stood, half tumbling to the door on her sleeping legs.

"Thanks Olaf!"

The snowman smiled after her, "No problem!"

He grinned to himself. He wasn't as oblivious as everyone thought. Elsa was a great mom, he knew it in his snow. Once Anna saw that he knew everything would be alright.

So, let me ask you; What do you think Elsa's point was?

Hehe, anyways, cheers to Olaf.

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